Your name became synonymous with The Gulf. You and the hanging Thad. If there was some counterbalance to the spin cycle going counter-clockwise, it was you, setting it right in the other direction. You were on the scene about the second leaking well, right around the time our very own Michael Edward was. I didn’t believe in your peak oil theories but you were our go-to-guy on MSNBC and Fox. Now, you’re gone, evaporated into the realm of the spirit, supposedly like the toxic oil you uncovered. Wherever the mystery of death has taken you, you likely know the full story now.
Your sudden departure has raised as many questions as eyebrows and unlike Ken Lay, who I think is probably living out the rest of his life in some place like French Guyana, your exit is real, if not necessarily legit. I don’t have any astrological correspondence for this and perhaps it’s best not to. You laid it out there, CFR and all.
If there truly is no separation, your work will continue through refined filters and astral-media.
You left a family behind.
You’ll be missed.